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   “I can read, and I can talk.  Pretty impressive for a gorilla, don’t you think?  Shouldn’t that be raising people’s IQs?”  In this case, it seemed like going along with Kaoru’s jab would work in his favor.  Worth it.

For a moment, Reki is glad his head is still ducked so that the older skater can’t see the way he flushes slightly with embarrassment. He wasn’t expecting him to take that comment seriously, much less give him an actual response. Kaoru’s next question pulls him back into the moment though, and he straightens his posture once again — seemingly forgetting the scuffle that just took place.

“Oh, right — we got this assignment in school, I think   it’s to talk to someone about their career? I dunno.   Probably to help prepare us for our career tests or    something, but uh — I wanted to get dibs on you   before Langa could.” 

{{ 🌸 }} -- What was that? Career assignment? He calmed immediately, tilting his head in thought. “Is that so? Well. I don’t see why I can’t help you in any way.” Might as well help the boy out. Then again, he wasn’t sure why he was chosen when Reki had the choice of the idiot cook to talk to.

   “Makes finding new recipes easier, before I had to figure it all out just by looking at pictures.”

“C’mon — !!” 

Comes the next ( once again, dramatic ) cry, before promptly biting down on his lower lip before he can say anything else that’ll get him smacked. It doesn’t hurt ( never has ), but it’s the principal of it all. He hangs his head in over - acted shame, rubbing at the back of his neck with an awkward laugh. 

“It’s …. part of my charm? Right? Ch — er,    Sakurayashiki?”

{{ 🌸 }} – “Is that what you’re calling it?” Good Lord children these days! He sighed, swatting him one more time for good measure. “Your CHARM, so-to-speak, is more in your optimism. NOT actual charm, young man.” With a soft huff, he crossed his arms.

Ah, yeah. There it is. He yelps rather dramatically with the first hit, his arms waving wildly with the second. 

“Cherry — !! Jeez, man, I said I was sorry!” 

{{ 🌸 }} -- He growled in return, eyes narrowed behind the glint in his glasses. “We aren’t at S. What did I tell you about calling me that outside of that place? Hm?!” God, he’s just as bad as the damn Gorilla! He snarled a bit, whacking him again. At least it wasn’t hard enough to cause any damage. It was more like a mother hitting their child over the head playfully with a rolled up magazine.

And he’s already wincing, half expecting the slap of a fan. 

“Sorry — sorry! I didn’t know you were working!” 

{{ 🌸 }} -- “Oh, ho?” He pointed his fan to the sign saying ‘do not disturb’ on the door. He then hummed before smacking Reki over the head lightly between each word of his next statement.